Sunday afternoon, after watching too much television and eating half a box of Ritz crackers, I left to wander the immense halls of youth group. After walking around for a while, messing with my phone, to avoid making eye contact with the people inside the circles that had formed, full of kids laughing and talking, none of which I knew, I ran into Kaya (who’s name I’m probably misspelling), a girl I knew from my first week. She’s new too, we met during initiation. We talked for a while; new kids should stick together, and when Evan got there, I asked her if she wanted to sit with us. She agreed, so off we went.
As always, the music was great, and the speaker was inspiring, but I’m here to talk about small groups. As anyone who read the last installment of; ‘Standing Around Awkwardly is Awkward‘, would know, last week I met my small group for the first time, but I only caught the last ten minutes of group time and afterwards I got ditched, which was fine because I wasn’t going to eat dinner there anyway. But this week, I had the correct room number, and even got there early, so I didn’t miss any of the conversation. Being able to join in the conversation for a change, was nice, and I began to feel like a part of the group.
After small group time, the group divided into two. Half the girls went downstairs to get some dinner, while the other half stayed behind to flirt with the guys who were coming up to the loft area to eat their burgers. I left with the first group. They were nice, and we all found a table. We didn’t have a whole lot to talk about, and might not have much in common, but they were nice and inclusive. My parents came a little early though, so I was the first to leave, not wanting to keep my parents waiting in the parking lot.